March 5th, 2002

(I've tried patience)

Morning...

...which, I assume, it is. ~sigh~ We are not awake. We like it that way; leave us alone. ~s~

Last night I dreamed I was going to Disneyworld with wildeabandon, goth_christine, ciphergoth, countess_sophia and this guy called Tom from my old school, who always seems to turn up in my dreams. We were, however, going there on a flying Dali sofa.
With a built-in kitchen.
But there was some mistake and we ended up crash-landed in San Francisco.
Which was populated entirely with clones of - to save the long list, let's say pretty much everone male on my friends list.
Before it could get weirder, I woke up.

I think this is as a result of my brain trying to wrap itself around someone's clothes - no, really, it makes sense; for a few days now I've been trying to work out what the *hell* they wear, when, and my brain just can't cope. Hence the strange dreams.

Have a good day, everyone. And - thank you!

And babysimon's new pictures are too, too adorable. It appears to be Babysimon Week. ~s~

I love you all...

E.
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  • Current Music
    'You Don't Fool Me', Queen.
(I've tried patience)

"Silk...soft melted silver caress shivering over your skin."

I can't believe I'm this preoccupied over clothes. It's just so confusing, so *weird* that I can't stop trying to work it all out. I want a cut-out. I want a Barbie! ~falls over laughing~
~cracks up in further hysterics~ NO! I want a Sindy!
A Terry's Chocolate Orange to anyone who can tell me why...

I was in the middle of my French lesson when I suddenly got an urge to see Don Giovanni again. I miss Mozart operas, all I get these days is Strauss...

Oh, and I love ciphergoth*. That is all.

E.
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*I know we all know that. Leave me alone. ~s~
  • Current Music
    'Entertain Me', Soft Cell. Who everyone should listen to.
(I've tried patience)

~g~

I just fell down the stairs. But it was worth it!
Actually it probably wasn't. But hey. ~s~

Shoot me. I have no life for you to take. ~g~

Later : ~watches the emotionometer go up...down...up...down...up...down...down...down...~
Oh, bother. ~s~
I'm ok, I just need to go and do things. I have song trivia to write up for G. And sparkly pens to do it with! ~watches the emotionometer go up again with a satisfied smile~
I also need to work out what the appropriate prize is for winning the World's Greatest Ponce award...perhaps I should ask David Boreanaz, since I'm sure he's received it at some point. Any ideas, anyone? ~g~

E.
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  • Current Music
    Awful, awful twee nonsense in the hall. ~shudder~
(I've tried patience)

The obligatory "I'm a teenager" angst rant. Well, sort of.

Later :

Er, I'm a great deal less angry now. ~very very sheepish expression~
But I'm leaving the entry in because I enjoyed the last line of it. ~g~

E.
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Although I'm not sure I have anything much to say but "rargh".
Rargh.
Jesus, I'm angry.
Obligatory teen angst bit : I'm angry, but I know I shouldn't be angry, therefore I have no right to be angry, therefore I must punish myself for being angry, therefore there will be further scars for my parents to worry about this weekend.
Blah blah blah black blah hell blah blah The Cure blah blah blah Lestat blah.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Fusion/Fission', John Foxx.